Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.